"Good. There's been enough deceit and misunderstanding between us before. I wouldn't like to think you misled yourself."
He thought he saw the sheen of disappointed tears in her wide gray eyes and stood up, pressing a perfunctory kiss on her forehead. "At least you are wise enough not to indulge in a fit of ire over my offer. Think about it," he said.
Sherry stared at him in mute misery as he added with a chilling bite in his voice, "Before you decide, there's a warning I feel obliged to give you. If you ever lie to me about anything, ever-just one time-I will throw you out on the street." He reached for the door as he added over his shoulder, "There's one more thing-Don't ever say 'I love you' to me. I never want to hear those words from you again."
Without another word or a backward glance, he walked out. Sherry laid her forehead on her knees and let the tears slide, but she was crying for her own lack of character and restraint when he took her in his arms, and for actually being tempted, for just a few moments, to accept his indecent, coldhearted proposal.
55
The full realization of what she had done last night had set in long before Sheridan dragged herself out of bed and got dressed the next morning. In the bright light of full day, there was no way to deny the awful truth: she had sacrificed her virtue, her principles, and her morals, and now she would have to live with the shame of that until the end of her life.
She had done it all in one desperate gamble to regain his love-if he had ever really loved her-and how had he reacted to the enormity of her deed? The agonizing answer to that question was below her bedchamber window-on the side lawn, where everyone was having luncheon-and it was there for her to see in every humiliating detaiclass="underline" the man she had lain with last night was dining with Monica, who was turning herself inside out to entertain him, and he looked perfectly willing to be entertained this morning. As Sheridan watched from her window, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze intent on Monica's face, then he threw back his head, laughing at whatever she was telling him.
Sheridan was a mass of shame and anxiety, while helooked more contented and more relaxed than she had ever seen him. Last night, he had taken everything she had to give and thrown it in her face with an offer to prolong her humiliation by making her his mistress. Today, he was socializing with a woman who'd never have been stupid enough to do what Sheridan had… a woman worthy of his own inflated opinion of himself, she thought bitterly. A woman to whom he would offer marriage, not some tainted liaison in exchange for her virtue.
All those thoughts and more marched through Sheridan's tormented mind as she stood at the window, staring down at him, refusing to cry. She wantedto remember this scene, she wanted to remember it every single moment of her life, so that she would never, ever soften in her thoughts of him. She stood still, welcoming the icy numbness that was sweeping away her anguish and demolishing all her tender feelings for him. " Bastard," she whispered aloud.
"May I come in?"
Sheridan started and whirled around at the sound of Julianna's voice. "Yes, of course," she said, trying for a bright smile that felt as strained as her voice sounded.
"I saw you standing up here when I was having breakfast. Would you like me to bring something up here for you?"
"No, I'm not hungry, but thank you for thinking of me." Sheridan hesitated, knowing some explanation was in order for her behavior yesterday when she had offered Stephen her favor, but she hadn't been able to think of a single reasonable excuse.
"I was wondering if you would like to leave here?"
"Leave?" Sheridan said, trying not to sound as desperate as she felt to do exactly that. "We aren't to leave until tomorrow."
Julianna walked over to the window and stood beside her, quietly looking down at the same tableau that Sheridan had been torturing herself with. "Julianna, I feel I ought to explain about what happened yesterday, when I said what I did to the Earl of Langford about holding him in deepest respect."
"You don't need to explain," Julianna answered with a reassuring smile that made Sheridan feel like the seventeen-year-old ingenue instead of her paid chaperone.
"Yes, I do," Sheridan persevered doggedly. "I know how much your mother was hoping for a match between you and Lord Westmoreland, and I know you must wonder why I-why I behaved to him in such a forward, and familiarway."
In what seemed like a change of subject, Julianna said, "Several weeks ago, Mama was quite despondent. In fact, I remember that it was less than a week before you came to stay with us."
Seizing her conversational reprieve like the coward she was at the moment, Sheridan said brightly, "Why was your mama upset?"
"Langford's betrothal was announced in the paper."
"Oh."
"Yes. His fiancee was American."
Uneasy under the unwavering gaze of those violet eyes, Sherry said nothing.
"There was some gossip about her, and you know how Mama adores being privy to any gossip about the ton. His fiancee reportedly had red hair-very, very red hair. And he called her 'Sherry.' They said she'd lost her memory due to a blow to the head, but that she was expected to recover quickly."
Sheridan made one more bid for anonymity. "Why are you telling me this?"
"So you'll know you can ask me for help if you need it. And because you are the real reason we were invited here. I realized that something was very strange when I saw the way Lord Westmoreland reacted to seeing you at the pond yesterday. I'm surprised Mama hasn't figured out what's in the wind."
"There is nothing in the wind," Sheridan said fiercely. "The whole awful matter is closed, over."
She tipped her head toward Monica and Georgette. "Do they know who you are?"
"No. I'd never met them when I was-" Sheridan broke off as she started to say, When I was Charise Lancaster.
"When you were betrothed to him?"
Sheridan drew in a long breath and then reluctantly nodded.
"Would you like to go home?"
A hysterical laugh bubbled up in Sheridan. "If I had anything to trade for the opportunity, I'd do it in a trice."
Julianna turned on her heel and started from the room. "Start packing," she said with a conspiratorial smile over her shoulder.
"Wait-what are you going to do?"
"I am about to draw Papa aside and tell him I'm feeling unwell and you must accompany me home. We'll not be able to pry Mama out of here early, but she will not want me to stay and give Langford a disgust of me by becoming quite terribly ill in front of him. Would you believe," she said with an incorrigible laugh, "she stillcherishes hope that he'll look up at any moment and fall madly in love with me, despite everything that should be very obvious to her."
She was closing the door when Sherry called to her, and she poked her head back into the room. "Would you tell the duchess I'd like to see her before we leave?"
"All the ladies left for the village a bit ago, with the exception of Langford's ladies, that is, and Miss Charity."
The last time Sheridan had left them, she'd made herself look guilty and ungrateful. This time, she did not intend to flee in secret. She intended only to flee. "Would you ask Miss Charity to come up then?" When Julianna nodded, Sheridan added, "And don't say a word about our departure to anyone except your father. I intend to tell the earl myself, face to face."